Silver Bloods Skyrim Novels & Stories

He stood on top of the largest building of the city, he watched as he saw lots of blood being split on the floor. "You will pay for what you did!" Silver shouted as he change his form into that of a psychic vampire. He had a silvery-white hair, and a pair of blue wings that can be extracted and concealed within him. He was wearing a blue robe and by his right hand, he held a sword. The Dragon Sword. He went through the gate of the city and slayed those standing by the gate. "Come on out you scumbags, You have just tampered with another person's property and you shall all be punished by me!!"

Blood at her lip, hair loose, hand pressed to her ribs. But she stood up and she looked at Seraphina and her eyes.... Her eyes. For just a second....half a breath, barely long enough to be sure I'd seen it at all.....they flashed. Silver. Not gold. Not the red of an aggressive wolf. 'Silver.' A color I had seen exactly once in my life, in an old text in my father's library, next to a bloodline name I had been too young to understand. Then it was gone. Mira blinked. The color was back to normal. She looked almost as startled as everyone else.

he said sneeringly, “But one thing is sure—you disgust me, Silver.” I turned to Amelia, a cold smirk tugged at her lips was unreadable as though her schemes under her sleeves were going well—to get Volvo for herself. Volvo Blackwood—An Alpha-blooded. Towering. Battle-scarred being. “Just leave.” ********** He stood close to the riverbank in nothing but black training trousers, his back shinning with sweat streaming down his skin. His shoulders were broad, tense. His silver eyes caught the moonlight, making him look like something carved from stone.

“You are not just an omega, Aria. You are the last of the Silverbloods.” The name didn’t ring a bell. It sounded like a legend, something of an evening tale and myths passed down by ancient wolves. But the way Sarah said it with fear and dread upset my stomach. I rolled the scroll with trembling fingers, my eyes scanned old characters that I understood in a certain way. The Silverbloods were not just any package. They were guardians of balance, chosen by the moon goddess to restore order in times of great darkness.

Draven crashed back into the room before anyone could react. The Blood Moon’s pull had grown stronger, twisting his instincts beyond anything Liora had seen before. His eyes were fully crimson when he landed on all fours, muscles trembling with aggression. The moment he caught Silver’s scent again, he growled so deeply the walls rattled. Liora immediately stepped in front of Silver. Her grip on the charm tightened. The protective energy flared around her, thin and unstable from the last attempt to restrain him.

⛏️ Chapter Twelve: The Descent into the Silver Veins ​The air in the disused mine shaft hit us like a physical weight—damp, metallic, and cold. The familiar scent of earth and granite was overlaid with a strange, subtle hum that made the hairs on my arms rise. This was the source of the Silver Wolf Pack’s ancient magic—the ground itself was rich in trace lunar metal, a faint echo of the Shard's power. It was protection, but it was also a homing beacon.

I heard screams in the distance. “They’ve broken through the border,” Silvercloud announced as he shifted, leaping off the steps with a growl. His wolf was impressive with fur as dark as a raven’s wing, but yet like his surname suggests, there were random wisps of silver in his fur, making it appear to shine. Now isn’t the time to gawk or comment. Now it’s time to fight. I shifted as well, leaping past Silvercloud, knowing Mikali was taking up my right.

A family trait passed down through generations. “How do you know my name?” He stepped closer. “Listen carefully. The color of your blood is silver. That’s how I knew. Only Lynix carry that ancient strain, the one that makes you immune to silver. You heal too fast, too perfectly making you a pure descendant of the Silver wolves.” Laughter burst out of me… sharp, disbelieving. “That’s ridiculous. You’re out of your mind.” The sound echoed in the quiet alcove, brittle and forced. But it died fast. Too fast.